A selfish person always encourages you to be as grandly determined as them,
And a cocaine abuser is always pushing those fine white lines to try make friends.
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But does evil exist?
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I suppose…when we believe it’s not possible.
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For it resides in our arrogance to ignore dark horrors we see within,
Yet, it is by radical faith in purest light, that evil will first blind others.
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But honest love, yes,
That’s a true journey,
A flow with our spirit,
A change in our soul,
A being in our body,
Not warring of duality,
When two can be one,
To understand us three.
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For your body and spirit are set apart,
As walking noon and a sleeping night,
But in external resistance they forge,
By a soul stringing them together.
I’m not a fact-checked journalist,
Nor a detailed academic rewrite,
Just a roaming mess with a blog,
Who’s got sharp kitty cat claws,
And a rather dumbfounded look,
Cause I just can’t understand why.
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Do you like a deep scratch?
Cause I purr so warmly too,
And will blink softly at you,
If you let my digits in house,
To lap, nap and knead you.
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